For a moment, Astarion feels a sharp spike of something like nostalgia for
a time when things were simple. When his longest relationships lasted a
few hours and ended as his partner walked away under Cazador's thrall, as
meek as a lamb. When it was understood that he was unfit for anything more
ambitious, anything more emotional, anything that might (gods forbid)
benefit either party.
He's too weak to be cruel right now. It was easy to spit acid at John
Gaius when he was on his way off the ship regardless, but here and now? He
can't afford to lose what few allies he has. He can't burn this bridge.
Not yet. He can't extend the mercy of letting Jacob know that he's seeing
something in him that simply isn't there.
"I don't do...'friends'. I haven't. Historically."
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Date: 2024-08-05 01:03 pm (UTC)For a moment, Astarion feels a sharp spike of something like nostalgia for a time when things were simple. When his longest relationships lasted a few hours and ended as his partner walked away under Cazador's thrall, as meek as a lamb. When it was understood that he was unfit for anything more ambitious, anything more emotional, anything that might (gods forbid) benefit either party.
He's too weak to be cruel right now. It was easy to spit acid at John Gaius when he was on his way off the ship regardless, but here and now? He can't afford to lose what few allies he has. He can't burn this bridge. Not yet. He can't extend the mercy of letting Jacob know that he's seeing something in him that simply isn't there.
"I don't do...'friends'. I haven't. Historically."